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Danielle contemplated Pete’s back while he sprawled face down on the mattress beside her. The mattress was thin and lying on a polished wooden floor, but surprisingly comfortable. Even in his sleep, Pete’s muscles were clearly defined across his back. His strength inherent in who he was.
He’d taken them to a little Japanese inn with rooms perched out on the edge of a cliff over the sea. It was all very native and she didn’t understand a single word or tradition. She’d flown hundreds of sorties during her deployments in war-torn southwest Asia (mostly Iraq and Afghanistan), but East Asia might as well be Neptune for what she knew about it. Well, not a whole other planet, so maybe Pluto now that it was only a dwarf planet.
First off he had led her to an onsen, a hot-spring fed common b
